Being An Arrogant, Seasoned Blogger HA

I would happily collaborate, or guest post, on someone’s blog who had 1 follower.

One of the things I’m relatively okay with about myself is the fact that I WANT to help people. GOD, that sounds horrible; it seems like I’m saying “PFTTTT you TOTALLY need my help you puny mortal blogger, HA!”

I’m not. If it comes across that way, you can call me a bitch; I’M SORRY! All I want to say is that I am completely willing, and HAPPY, to, um…

Okay okay this is getting awkward. So like I have a few followers and stuff… And NO if anyone says the word Quaen I will scream. And… OH CRAP I’m being arrogant again let’s start this over…

I am possibly the worst person ever at admitting that I’ve been successful, or that I’m good at, something. But I’m both, in a way, when it comes to blogging. There. Arrogant part over and done with, for the most part.

The point is: if you don’t have many followers – by that I mean below 50, or below 100 – or you’re new to blogging, I want to help you in any way I can. Also, I’d LOVE to guest post on your blog or have you posting on mine because that’d be amazing and it would make my week. I know what it’s like to be new to blogging and just think, “CRAP, how do I even talk to anyone and what is this CRAAAAHP.”

As well as this, I think it’s lovely to find a new blog, and get new comments from people on yours. Whenever I receive a lovely word from someone, it makes me grin whilst reading, and I know that when I started getting 1 comment on a post, it made me unbelievably happy. (It still does).

I’ll be focusing on anyone who wants to guest pos, who’s new or relatively new, probably more than I create actual posts. GCSEs are starting soon, so I need to make time for them, yet I’ll always have this blog open to you guys.

So, if you’re thinking, “SHUT up Elm no one likes you; you’re acting like a TOTAL arsehole,” you’d probably be right. Um, I mean, SHUSH I’m a nice person? But if you’re thinking, “I honestly don’t know what I’m doing with blogging, and I want my words to be read,” hit me up.

Er, I mean, contact me. You can do that by emailing me at, or by visiting my contact page.

At the end of the day, follower count doesn’t matter. What means the world to me, and probably for you too, is to have your words read and for people to get meaning out of them. It gives you a chance to get your voice out there, anonymously or otherwise, and to make people smile, laugh and think.

You all deserve to have that; everyone does. When you start, blogging is sometimes terrifying and you don’t know what to do with yourself. If you want advice, you can always ask me, or talk to another blogger (everybody is so nice, like you wouldn’t believe).

From Elm ­čÖé

Guest Post – Trapped Behind

Hi, viewers of Elm’s blog:

It’s me, L, you know, me! L, off of
Consider Yourself Warned…

I’m actually writing this post without even letting Elm know that I’m writing it; I’ll text and ask her permission in a little while, obviously before publishing. Although I don’t even think I have the rights to publish… Hmmmmm….

What am I even wanting to talk about today? Well, I want to talk about life. Vague, L, vague…

I was thinking earlier on today [although it’s only 6am, so it was very early] about walls.
No, seriously, I haven’t lost it, promise…
If yu’re in your room, I bet you’re used to your walls: their colour, there little imperfection, the area where the wallpaper is just beginning to peel away from the wall. When I was younger, I used to think that there was nothing outside of my four, plain, dull-coloured walls. Outside of my small, compact room, I thought there was nothing, that everything was already here, and that was the end of it.
Even to this day, I sometimes forget that there’s a world outside, that there’s more to life than my four walls.

If you read my blog [which you really should], you’ll know that recently, I’ve had a bit of a whirlwind journalism experience, with my story being picked up, with a resulting radio show, TV segment and live radio interview. I think that only when I stood outside BBC Broadcasting House in London, my phone at the perfect angle for a selfie did something finally click into place in my head:
There’s more to life than those four walls.
Trapped by my own na├»vet├ę, I’d never considered what was really out there, available for me to grab at. Until then, I’d been living my life around conventions; living by the unspoken rule of society, living not for myself, but for the tradition of society.

What am I trying to say, exactly? Well, live. Live your life, grab at experiences and opportunities. Escape from your four walls, however frightening it may be – and yes, it is frightening. Stepping outside the world in which you’ve lived for your childhood is frightening, full of opportunities to screw up, make mistakes and end up in trouble. But listen: it’s not scary. There are people just like you and me, and trust me, if you can take the step out from behind your four walls, the hardest part is over.

I hope this made an inkling of sense, and that it’s made you think; about what, I don’t know, but thinking is good, and apparently burns calories… I’m all in!